"Right. We're the only two with keys." César's already locked the doors downstairs earlier tonight, so he goes and locks the bedroom door as well.

He turns off the lights, carefully walks over to the bed in the near darkness, and places the keys on the night stand on his side before crawling under the covers with Magne, facing her. With a soft smile, he reaches up to stroke her cheek and then lovingly trace the line of her jaw. César's breath reveals he's brushed his teeth as fights off a yawn, which breaks the romantic moment he was trying to create.

"I'm a very lucky man." He chuckles. "And a very sleepy one, apparently."